For my lovely Spunky! Happy Birthday to you!

Without you, I wouldn't be nearly the writer I am today and likely would never have tried writing Bleach. You're one of the first people I made a connection with on here, and I'm so glad we're friends.

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MirSan with some alluded-to InuKoga and HakkakuGinta (slight reference to mpreg)

Het.

What? Het and mpreg from Sesh? Yeah it's happening.

The Northern Mountains were often thought of as cold and hostile, but anybody observing the scene tonight would know differently.

Next to a river, several bonfires were blazing. Each one was surrounded by laughing wolf demons and their four-legged companions. The smell of sake and roasted boar, deer, and fish scented the air.

Tonight, Hakkaku and Ginta were celebrating the conception of their first litter. All the tribes had come together to celebrate. It had turned into a feast, with the air of a festival. Everybody was laughing and swapping stories, casually grooming each other in canine bonding, or eating and drinking merrily.

At one bonfire, Sango leaned closer to Miroku. "I don't understand. I thought Inuyasha hated Koga. Why would he drag us here to celebrate a pack event?"

Miroku inclined his head. "If you observe Inuyasha and Koga together, I believe that their former hate has turned into something else."

Over near another fire, the hanyou and ookami were sharing their usual insults...and a boar...and a bottle of sake.

Sango shook her head as she poured them each a small dish of sake. "This is crazy. How did they go from enemies to...whatever they are now?"

Miroku shrugged as he sipped his drink. "I am not sure. But, my dear Sango, I would much rather discuss us." He let his free hand drift down to his fiancee's rear.

*Slap*

Miroku covered the stinging handprint on his cheek. "But, Sango, we're engaged now! I thought it'd be ok!"

The demon-slayer looked contrite, even as she chuckled. "You're right, of course. It was just habit. Besides, we're surrounded by people. It is inappropriate right now."

Miroku gave a sly smile. "Everyone's out here - we could find ourselves an empty cave?"

To his surprise, Sango didn't protest, only returning his wicked smile.

They slipped away and found a small cave that appeared not to be used regularly. Miroku undressed and laid his robes over a pile of furs. He laid down and watched the lovely demon-slayer remove her armor.

Sango laid by him, and he reached out to lovingly caress her. They'd been through so much together, and he truly treasured every moment they spent with each other.

They snuggled close, adoringly touching and kissing each other's bodies, scarred by battle, but still perfect in the other's eyes.

Miroku shifted to spread kisses all over his fiancee, making his way down her body. He paused at her perfect little divot of a belly button to tease the area, resulting in the beautiful, tinkling laughter that the serious warrior rarely indulged in.

He continued downward to treat his woman to one of his favorite sexual pastimes. Sango squirmed and gave soft little cries of pleasure, trying to be quiet so the hundreds of sharp ears outside wouldn't hear.

Miroku smiled and continued his task until Sango grabbed his hair and bucked against his mouth. Satisfied, he sat up and shifted closer. Slowly, he buried himself in his lover, groaning low at the wet heat that welcomed him with a tight hug.

"Ahh, my Sango. You feel so good." He leaned down to kiss her, murmuring, "I love you."

Sango sighed, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I love you, too."

Miroku rocked his hips, enjoying the way the demon-slayer responded to him. The strong body arched and writhed under him, soft whispers of his name spurring him into moving faster and harder.

He reveled in each climax he elicited, and as always, was awed that this woman had agreed to spend the rest of her life with him.

Unable to hold back any longer, his own relief rushed out of him in flowing pulses. He held his woman for a long time, until their bodies had cooled and relaxed.

Sango yawned and pushed him gently. "Come on, we need to go back before we're missed."

They got dressed and slipped back out to rejoin the celebration. They acted as if they'd never left, but noticed several wolf demons glancing in their direction and giggling.

Miroku frowned thoughtfully. "I wonder what's going on?"

Sango shook her head, self-consciously checking herself out to try and find the source of amusement.

Just then, Inuyasha staggered up, his kimono sliding off one shoulder. Koga was right behind him, holding one of the hanyou's hands.

Inuyasha bent down towards Miroku and Sango, and whispered loudly, "Everyone here could smell and hear you. Demon senses, remember?"

Then their leader marched off, dragging Koga along, and leaving the monk and demon-slayer as the gossip of the night.

The End

Sorry it's short and not that great. Not experienced with het or this couple but I really wanted to give you this.